Time is passing weirdly just lately. Sometimes it's like a little kid dragging its feet because it doesn't want to do something, and others I look at the clock and find forty or fifty minutes have passed without me noticing. Not even at the times you'd expect either. Wish it'd just make up its mind.
I think something keeps trying to tell me something. But it's giving incredibly mixed messages so I wish it'd either start being clearer or just shut the fuck up.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.